The Hero Association had not originally planned to notify Sweet Mask. For one thing, its main fighting force was to be the S-Class; for another, in the eyes of certain executives, Sweet Mask's value lay in his idol career providing free publicity and drawing attention to the Hero Association.
It had to be said that, most of the time, capital really did have a keen eye for people.
As a top idol and Hero consultant, Sweet Mask himself had a certain amount of influence and say within the Association.
Sure enough, the executive meeting had barely ended before someone called to report the decisions made at the regular meeting.
Sweet Mask silently made a note of it, a cold glint flashing through his eyes. In a gentle voice devoid of warmth, he said, "Aside from that great man, I can't feel at ease about any of those other foolish S-Class Heroes!"
Q City.
Brilliant sunshine shone over the city beneath a clear, cloudless sky.
According to the latest statistics, Q City had experienced a total of twenty-one Monster attacks that day. All twenty-one had been resolved, taking a total of six minutes and thirty-eight seconds-an average of less than twenty seconds to repel each Monster disaster.
That was Watchdog Man's response speed!
Two men in black suits came running over, drenched in sweat, and found Watchdog Man yawning as he crouched on his personal seat.
"Watchdog Man, sir, an emergency has arisen..."
Yawn-
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"An emergency?"
Dressed in a white dog costume, Watchdog Man looked up at those words and sniffed repeatedly to either side. Confusion appeared on the powerhouse's face, drawn in a style that had earned him the nickname "mini Saitama." "Where? Why can't I smell it?"
The Q City branch staffer responsible